wheel of fate

Alfrun blinked at him, a faint smile fluttering over her mangled muzzle. "Thank you. I would be pleased to explore further with you." She stepped up beside him to follow him further down the path the river of fire took, then tilted her head slightly to consider the words he had spoken. "To change your name would not change how your destiny is tied to your family," she told him gravely. "No matter who you are, who your family may be, if you look to the past far enough you will find ancestors who have sullied your family or community's ørlög. It is our birthright and our destiny to better our ørlög, so that the next generation may benefit, and the next, and the next. You are a healer, are you not? I see it in your aura." She smiled again, her eyes going soft and unfocused as she watched the shifting green around him. "You do much for your ørlög in such a thing, to give yourself to your innangard in such a way."